gotta stop smoking so much crack before bedtime...

[anotheranon]

I always have weird dreams but this one stuns even me in its sheer weirdness.

I'm at my grandmothers house with my parents and D. We've just come back from an art show where we bought some really small (like 6" wide) canvases (we watched "The Thomas Crown Affair" last night, that explains where the painting theme comes from). I think one of the canvases is a real Van Gogh and get ready to call the Smithsonian to come look at it when the whole thing crumbles and I freak out.

During all of this, the right side of my side/stomach have turned to raw steak and I'm struggling to hold it in place for fear that it will slip off and my insides will fall out. D. takes some duct tape and tapes it back on, and I see a line on my skin where the graft has taken place.

I don't know where my subconcious pulls all this stuff from.

And yesterday morning I kept hitting the "snooze" button on my alarm because I was dreaming that I was sewing and wanted to finish before I woke up.

Guess that means I better get into high gear and finish the Miyake this (long!!) weekend.